The Brightest Sunset (The Darkest Sunrise Duet Book 2)

by Aly Martinez

  “He has a right to be here.”

  “He has no right!” Brady exploded.

  Porter charged forward and he did it so fast that I didn’t have a chance to stop him until it was too late. He grabbed Brady’s throat and slammed his back into the wall. “I have every fucking right! That is my son. Mine!”

  Brady’s eyes bulged and his face turned red.

  “Porter, let him go!” I clawed at his arm, but it was useless. Porter had a death grip on his neck.

  “I have done everything for that child,” Porter growled. “I was the one who held him each night when he cried through countless breathing treatments. I was the one who made sure he had the best medical care. I was the one who held his hand every time he was poked and prodded with needle after needle. And, not a goddamn hour ago, I dragged his lifeless body out of the water for a second time.” He leaned in close until they were nose to nose. “I don’t give a single damn what you or any court in this country says. He. Is. Mine!”

  Just as quickly as Porter had grabbed Brady, he released him. Thrusting a hand into the top of his hair, he started to pace.

  Brady hunched over and supported himself on his knees, coughing and cursing.

  Two uniformed hospital security guards came barreling around the corner, their gazes bouncing between the two men.

  “I’m sorry about that,” I told the guards. “We have this completely under control now.”

  “Arrest…him.” Brady wheezed, flinging a hand out at Porter.

  “Brady, no!” I yelled.

  He straightened to his full height and rolled his shoulders back. “We have a protection order against that man. I want him out of here now!”

  “You selfish coward,” Porter snarled.

  I stepped in front of the officers. “Please. Stop. Just listen—”

  “Is this true?” the younger of the two men asked.

  I glared at Brady. “Please don’t do this… Travis’s condition is bad, Brady. Like, we don’t know if he’ll ever walk out of this hospital again. If he wakes up and wants to see his dad—”

  “Then I’ll be here,” Brady snapped.

  Porter exploded all over again, and the guards quickly intervened, grabbing his arms to hold him back.

  “You son of a bitch!” Porter shouted. “You can’t stand the idea that he needs me.”

  Brady’s lips curled menacingly. “He doesn’t need you. He wants you because he doesn’t know any better. Six months from now, he won’t even remember you exist.”

  “Brady!” I hissed.

  He swung his malevolent gaze my way. “And you. Whenever the fuck your boyfriend there gets out of jail, you can have him all to yourself. Because, when our son comes home, it’s going to be to my house. I am done playing this shit your way. You fucking lost him the first time. I shouldn’t even have trusted him with you this long.”

  My mouth fell open as my whole body went up in flames.

  “You piece of shit!” Porter roared, and then his voice faded away as I heard a scuffle behind me.

  But I didn’t tear my gaze off the biological father of my son long enough to see where they were taking his real father.

  With calculated steps, I prowled toward Brady.

  With every blink came darkness and light.

  And with every heartbeat came a reminder of death and life.

  Stopping in front of him, I stared up at him and stated, calm and cool, “I know you hate me for what happened all those years ago. And there hasn’t been a minute over the last decade where I didn’t wish I could change it. But no matter what you say. And no matter how hard you try. I will always be his mother.”

  “And I will always be his father.”

  “No. Brady. You are the selfish man who showed up at the hospital after getting a phone call that your son had been rushed to the emergency room completely unresponsive and you haven’t asked about him once. Porter was there when he needed a father today. And Porter has been there for him when he needed a father every day since he adopted him seven years ago. If you were any kind of man at all, you would drop to your knees and thank him for giving our son a beautiful life. Instead, you’re slinging insults and having him arrested while our son is not twenty feet away, fighting for his life.”

  I took a step closer and moved my lips to his ears. “This is your only warning. You need to prepare yourself for the world of hurt I’m going to rain down over you if you so much as think of taking my son away from me. I will spare no expense to make it happen. I will cut you deeper than your shallow soul knew possible. Because. Brady. You’re right. I did lose him. But make no mistake about it. Nothing. No one. Not you. And not even the face of death will ever take my son away from me again.”

  Stepping away, I gave him my back, a new resolve coursing through my veins, making me stronger than I had ever been before.

  “You’re a fucking joke, Charlotte,” he called. “You’ll be lucky to get visitation after this shit.”

  Any other day, his words would have destroyed me.

  But, right then, I had bigger things to worry about than Brady throwing yet another hissy fit.

  First being to escort my son up to Pediatric ICU and discuss his current state with his cardiologists.

  Second being to contact my attorney and give her a heads-up on Brady’s latest threats.

  Third being to get Porter out of jail.

  And last being to suck in a deep breath and remind myself that I had too many reasons to live to shut down again—no matter how hard it got.

  Two hours later…

  “Get him out of there, Tom.”

  “Charlotte, honey. It’s not that easy.”

  After pulling the sweater my mother had brought me tight around my shoulders, I crossed my arms and began to pace up and down the hospital hallway. “Then make it that easy.”

  He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the floor. “I’m sorry, but I can’t in good conscience help Porter Reese.”

  I stopped and leveled my gaze on his. “Then you have no business here. Feel free to leave.”

  “You are my business,” he clipped. “And you’re not making smart choices.”

  I marched over to him, and then, careful to keep my voice low, I seethed, “I was never your business. You got assigned to a case of a missing baby.” I stabbed a finger at Travis’s hospital room. “That means that little boy is your business. So, by all means, walk your ass in there and tell him you aren’t going to help his father get out of jail because you feel like maybe, just maybe, Porter outsmarted you at some point.”

  He glared at me. “That is not what this is about. This is about you being so blinded by your heart that you can’t even see the truth.”

  “You’re right!” I whispered. “I am blinded by love.” I planted my hands on my hips and leaned in close. “Love for my son. When he wakes up and Porter isn’t standing at that bedside, it’s going to crush him. And there is nothing I won’t do to prevent him from feeling even an ounce of heartbreak.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “And what about you? You love Porter?”

  Defiantly, I held his stare. “Unquestionably.”

  He clamped his jaw shut and ground his teeth. “You’re just going to forget that that man raised your son for the last however many years? That he married the sociopath who stole him? That he pursued you knowing he had your son? He played you then. And, now, he’s playing you again to keep that boy in his life. I don’t doubt that he loves that little boy. But I refuse to stand by and watch him treat you like a pawn in this little game of his.”

  “He didn’t know he had my son!”

  “Yeah,” he scoffed. “So he’s said a million times.”

  “You found nothing on him. The investigation has been closed.”

  “Because we can’t get enough on the asshole to make a case. But that doesn’t mean he’s not guilty. Coincidences like that don’t just happen, Charlotte. For fuck’s sake, he was at your house the day the body
of the real Travis Reese was recovered.”

  “Travis Hendrix,” I corrected.

  “What?” he clipped.

  “That little boy whose body you recovered. His name was Travis Hendrix. And he died years before Porter ever entered the equation. You want to talk about games and pawns. Shit, Tom. Porter was caught in the middle of the ultimate chess match and he didn’t even know he was playing. Can we all take a step back and point the finger where blame really belongs? Catherine took my son.”

  “I know that,” he grumbled.

  “Can we also acknowledge that she had some pretty serious mental health issues?”

  “No one is doubting that.”

  “Then can you imagine how in the hell my son’s life would have turned out if Porter had not been in that picture?”

  His eyebrows knit together as he cut his gaze away.

  I inched closer and rested my hands on his chest. “Yeah, Tom. He’d be dead and you know it. The first time she got overwhelmed with his health and Porter hadn’t been there to talk her off the ledge, she’d have taken his life right then so she wouldn’t have to lose him again.”

  “Jesus, Charlotte,” he whispered. “That doesn’t make what he’s doing to you okay.”

  “What he’s doing to me?” I asked. “Let me tell you exactly what he’s doing to me, Tom. He’s making me happy. He’s making me laugh. And, even when I’m crying, he makes me feel safe. He makes me feel loved. He’s reminding me that the world is full of light even when you can’t see it. And, more than all of that, he’s shown me that there doesn’t have to be light for something to be beautiful. Love can grow in the darkness, Tom. I know this is true because of him.”

  At the thought, Porter’s warmth enveloped me. He didn’t even have to be in the room to soothe me.

  Tom rested his hand on my hip and gave me a squeeze. “Charlotte—”

  “I’m going to let you off the hook here. I know you think Porter is playing me. And, being the big tough detective-slash-father-figure, nothing I say is going to change your mind. But let me tell you this: If the way I feel with Porter is the product of a game, then I am willing to be his pawn for the rest of my life.” I sucked in a shaky breath. “He makes me happy, Tom. Remember that woman at the restaurant you and Mom saw a while back? The one whose face was bright and her laugh was loud?”

  His face became impossibly gentle, and he swallowed as he nodded.

  I stared deep into his eyes, begging for him to believe me. “He makes me that woman.”

  He sighed, and his strong shoulders rounded with defeat. “For the record, I’m not okay with this.” He looked up, his eyes blazing with love. “But there isn’t one damn thing in this world I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”

  I grinned in victory. “Including getting Porter out of jail?”

  * * *

  I was falling apart, pacing in that holding cell. It was nine the next morning and I still hadn’t been able to so much as call someone. The stench of piss and vomit from the guy asleep on the bench beside me was enough to melt my nose hairs, but that wasn’t why I was sick to my stomach. I had no idea how Travis was doing, where Hannah was, or how Charlotte was holding up. I had too many people depending on me to be stuck behind bars because of a worthless order of protection.

  I’d asked for my lawyer no less than seven thousand times, but if anyone had heard, no one was acting on it. I was losing my patience. Well, what was left of it, anyway.

  Brady Boyd had caught the brunt of me losing it. And, if it hadn’t been for the security guards, he would have been on the receiving end of me losing all of it. I hadn’t known that it was possible to hate that motherfucker more than I already did. Oh, but the minute he’d opened his mouth to Charlotte, a whole new level of loathing usually reserved for Catherine had opened up inside me. And the day’s emotional upheaval had manifested in rage. I’d have felt bad if the asshole didn’t deserve it. But, when he’d mentioned taking Travis away from Charlotte, I had known he deserved a whole hell of a lot worse than I’d ever dole out.

  “Hey!” I yelled at an officer as he passed by my cell. “Any word on my attorney?”

  “Yeah, I got word,” a quasi-familiar voice replied from the other end of the hallway.

  I strained my head against the bars, hope spiraling inside me only for it to fall flat as Tom Stafford came marching toward me.

  “Son of a bitch,” I mumbled under my breath.

  According to Charlotte, Tom was not one of my biggest fans. According to every run-in I’d ever had with the man since the truth about Travis had come out, he hated me with a fucking passion. Either way, his being there was not a good sign.

  “Not a single word,” he ordered when he stopped in front of me.

  I held his stoic gaze as he motioned for one of the uniforms to unlock the cell door.

  I sent up a million thanks to whomever had brainwashed him into releasing me.

  They seemed a tad premature the minute he caught my arm and started dragging me down the hall.

  Without the first fucking clue of where he was taking me or if I was even being released, I couldn’t help myself. He was my only lifeline to my son.

  “How’s Travis?” I asked.

  “Shut it, Porter,” he growled.

  “You have to give me something. I’ve been wearing holes in the floor, stuck in this godforsaken place all night.”

  “Shut. Up.” He jerked my arm as two police officers turned the corner and came strolling toward us.

  They all shared chin jerks.

  I momentarily quieted as they passed.

  And then I dove right back into my questions. “What about Charlotte? How’s she holding up?”

  He suddenly stopped and shoved me against a wall. “For once, do what you are goddamn told and shut your fucking mouth.”

  “Is that what you would do in my situation?” I shot back. “Shut your mouth while the people you love are falling to pieces around you? Fuck that, Tom. I am not that man.”

  He turned his eyes to the ceiling and mumbled, “I did not sign up for this bullshit.”

  “And you think I did? You think I willingly signed up to have my whole life flipped upside down? My child snatched from me? My woman’s heart broken time and fucking time again? This is my nightmare. I know you hate it, but Charlotte is my family. And I’m not quitting my family. No matter how hard you and Brady try to fight me. You can lock me up, throw away the key, but I will never stop trying to keep my family together.”

  “For fuck’s sake, son. Give it a rest.” He grabbed my arm again and started dragging me toward a mystery door at the end of the hallway.

  “I want to talk to my attorney,” I demanded.

  “And you will get that a hell of a lot quicker if you shut your mouth.”

  I silently followed him for a few more steps before adding, “I’m serious, Tom. I love her. Charlotte and those kids are my life.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he cussed, stopping at the door. “I got it, okay? You love Charlotte. She loves you. The world is filled with rainbows and butterflies when you two are together…yadda yadda yadda.” He snatched the door open and shoved me through it. “Listen to your attorney this time, son.”

  “Porter!” Charlotte called as I stumbled into the waiting room at the front of the police station.

  I blinked. Tanner was there, huddled together with…

  I blinked again. My two attorneys?

  I had no fucking idea how the tide had turned and I was now a free man, but I wasn’t about to waste time asking questions—at least, not about that.

  I moved straight to Charlotte. “How’s Travis?”

  She grinned and a blast of relief filled my empty chest. “Hanging in there. He’s still on the vent, but Greg and the cardiologist agree, so they’re going to wean him off it today. I want to be there for that, so I gave Brady some time with him this morning.”

  My jaw turned hard, and I could only imagine the fury on my face.

 
She pressed up onto her toes and brushed her lips with mine. “Relax. My mom is up there too. She knows to call me if anything changes. I don’t have a choice but to let him see him. However, we do have a choice how we handle this from here on out.”

  “And how exactly is that?” I asked, sour settling in my mouth.

  “You’re going to have to stay away from the hospital until our court date.”

  My blood ignited into a vicious inferno. “No fucking way.”

  She rested her hands on my chest. “Listen, Porter. Tom and your attorneys spoke with Judge Gratham to get you released. They told him about Travis’s heart and that, when he collapsed, it was a highly emotional situation, but they have assured him that you breaking the order was a one-time thing.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “We’ve been basically living together for a week.”

  She cut her gaze away, and her cheeks pinked. “Yeah… We, um…decided to leave that part out.”

  “How? We were at Tanner’s for a cookout when the ambulance picked him up.”

  “Uh, no. We were not anywhere. Travis and I stopped by Tanner’s to pick up some more of his things. You just happened to show up about the time Travis collapsed.”

  I closed my eyes—that sour in my stomach turning into rot. “So, we’re flat-out lying to the police now?”

  She looped her arms around my hips and shifted closer. “Porter, we’re doing what we have to do to stay together and keep you out of jail. It’s not ideal. But it worked. Judge Gratham signed off on your release and agreed to move up our court date to two days from now so that you can hopefully be allowed supervised visitation while Travis is in the hospital.”

  “Supervised visitation. Outstanding.”

  “I’ll be supervising it. So, really, it will be like any other night that we are all together. Isn’t that what matters? That we’re all together?”

  I groaned. “It’s not sexy when you use my words against me.”

  She smiled and it soothed the worry inside me. “Well, good. Because there is nothing sexy about the way you smell right now.” She giggled and tried to push me away, but I held her close